BigJimsWornOutTires
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"Ugh, deeper," the foid said as the young man was already balls deep. "Ugh, harder." The dark raspy feminine voice insisted as the intoxicated college student gave it his all.
Cough-cough-cough, the 62-year-old foid coughs up tar from the many years of chronic smoking.
Cough-cough-cough. She then clears her throat with a few yacks and says, "Here, let me get that stuff out of you." She pushes the guy off, and he rolls over, and she goes down to his difficult erection. Cough-cough-cough, she hacks some more, and a little spit comes out and strewn over him. She removes her dentures as we can see thick yellowish saliva hanging from them. She places them on the bed, starts blowing him while proceeding to clear her throat from all that snot-fling tar lingering inside it.
Abruptly, the young man passes out. He had been drinking Jagermeister earlier that night at a local college pub. He and his buds met up there to score some pussy. But boogers, the available girls their age, weren't into cringy-looking guys. Except one. A GILF. Miss Stacy. The bar owner's alcoholic mother. He would let her hang out in his joint because she was family.
And he had a twisted sense of humor.
"Ugh," she says to the passed-out guy. "Looks like another one bites the dust." Cough-cough-cough. "Uh-uh!" She gets an odd feeling inside her chest. It tightens up. "Ugh, shit-muffins," she falls on top of him and dies.
Cough-cough-cough, the 62-year-old foid coughs up tar from the many years of chronic smoking.
Cough-cough-cough. She then clears her throat with a few yacks and says, "Here, let me get that stuff out of you." She pushes the guy off, and he rolls over, and she goes down to his difficult erection. Cough-cough-cough, she hacks some more, and a little spit comes out and strewn over him. She removes her dentures as we can see thick yellowish saliva hanging from them. She places them on the bed, starts blowing him while proceeding to clear her throat from all that snot-fling tar lingering inside it.
Abruptly, the young man passes out. He had been drinking Jagermeister earlier that night at a local college pub. He and his buds met up there to score some pussy. But boogers, the available girls their age, weren't into cringy-looking guys. Except one. A GILF. Miss Stacy. The bar owner's alcoholic mother. He would let her hang out in his joint because she was family.
And he had a twisted sense of humor.
"Ugh," she says to the passed-out guy. "Looks like another one bites the dust." Cough-cough-cough. "Uh-uh!" She gets an odd feeling inside her chest. It tightens up. "Ugh, shit-muffins," she falls on top of him and dies.
